How does he know?

This is a story on the adventures of Sherlock and John. It is in the perspective of john Watson. It's full of dangerous acts, and crazy cases. I will try my best to use as much British lingo as much as possible, though I am not as British as I want to be. Warning: may include a little bit of JohnLock ie: kissing, but that's it.

2. The Lab

I realized i was getting ahead of myself. Even though it was definitely strange that Sherlock would leave the flat in such a disaster, but then again, it was Sherlock. He was known to do strange things. So before I hailed a cab, I pulled out my cell and called him. It rang, rang, rang,rang... I started panicking. He never took this long to pick up his cell. Running to the street, I hailed a cab and ordered the address to the hospital. Just then, Sherlock's deep voice comes out of the speaker.

"John?"

The phone came up to my ear so quick, I hit myself in the eye.

"Ow! Sherlock?! Where are you?! What happened?! I came home and saw the blood and the skull was on the floor and you're going to need anew violin and...and... Sherlock?"

I talked rapid, no pauses, and at the end of my rant, I was breathless with a red face.

"Yes, John."

"WHERE THE BLOODY HELL DID YOU GO?!?!?!"

I was breathless, scared,and panicking. At this point, we had reached the hospital. I threw the money to the cabbie and jumped out of the car, running to look for Molly.

"Look John, I'm going to ask you to listen very closely."

He sounded calm. Too calm. I started running faster.

"John stop running. I need your full cognitive power on what I am about to say."